Have a love song written about me

Oh, and I didn’t mention that afterwards he wrote another song, which he didn’t say fortunately was about me but I kind of guessed because of the stuff we did and all, and the song basically said that I was a bitch. So not all the songs written about you are positive.

Naaaah…
My ex-boyfriend wrote a whole album about me. Then I broke up with him, and found out he had a blog, and he was like: “Well I’m doing a concert, and I’ll sing some of these songs, even though they were mistakes and now seem completely irrelevant”. So I was like, nobody forced you to write songs about me, I didn’t promise you anything!

My ex-boyfriend, who I miss very much, wrote me two love songs. The first one he wrote and recorded on a cd which he sent to me while I was away working as a girl scout camp counselor. It was beautiful. And it made a very bad week (and my life) much better. The second song he wrote for me as a Christmas gift. It was great as well. I have them both on CDs somewhere, but I’m not sure where. It’s probably for the best. I’ll start listening to them and then I start missing him a lot and it’s too much to deal with.

you know, maybe this goal needs to be reworked.

maybe i just want a piece of art ( music, poem, picture, haiku, whatever) to convey some form of positive emotion.

What’s sad about this for ME is that my boyfriend is SO musical. He plays piano, he loves to sing.. He has dipped his toe in writing both music and lyrics.. and this one really gnaws on me: HE WROTE A SONG FOR A GIRL HE LIKED BEFORE HE MET ME!! I even wrote a poem about wishing to be the object of a song of his:

To be his Lover,
To be his Love…
But to be his Muse.

expressing that it is wonderful to be both his love and his lover, but to be his MUSE is what would make me fall in love a billion times over.

Z – my first EVERYTHING – wrote a love song for me. It was the worst song I’ve ever heard, and I loved every bit of the 18 minutes. The song was called 18 days, and he wrote it, and recorded it for my 19th birthday because I was in college and the day of my birthday marked the last eighteen days we would spend apart for the whole summer. Lovely.

The best part was the chorus, “EIGHTEEN DAYS, EIGHTEEN DAYS, EIGHTEEN DAYS” shouted at the top of his lungs. Ah, those were the days.